Childhood Winter Memories

Childhood Winter Memories

Photography: Jetta Marie
Poetry: Jetta Marie
Gratitude Of The Day: The wonderful holiday season with my family and friends, and the time I had to reflect on all those happy childhood memories and winter adventures from holidays past.

Childhood Winter Memories

Though now, I am grown

And a bit wrinkled to say the least,

I look forward to those quiet moments

Where I can remember a simpler time,

From the days of childhood imagination.

Where the chill in the winter air

Was not a cause of complaint,

But a time of excitement and wonder

Of frozen worlds and wonders

I now cannot see as clearly now.

A time long ago, 

When snow was not a thought of frostbite

Or a chance to complain of weather,

But a time of explorations and creativity

And endless possibilities

A time when snowmen 

Where not frozen balls of water,

But soldiers to guard your winter tower

As you prepare another attack 

At the tower on the other side of the yard. 

Frozen ammunition is in no short,

And you prepare large stockpiles

Of  frozen weapons

For the battle 

That has been raging since this morning

And shall not end until one is name

Victorious champion for today!

Ho-rah!

The frozen ice on the trees 

Was the spark for an adventure 

To explore a frozen lost world

Where the  princess needing rescuing

From the ice troll,

Who hide among the glistening forest trees.

A single rose 

Buried in the snow

Was our reminder of the treacherous mission at hand,

And conquer we will,

But first the dear Queen insisted 

Upon a hot beverage of sweet chocolate

And a small break in the mission,

For moral purposes 

Of course. 

Tracks in the snow,

From feet far smaller than my own,

Remind me of those days 

Long ago when I was joyed 

With the falling of the snow.

Now I sit with loved ones,

By a warm fire 

With that sweet chocolate beverage

Offered to the warriors of long ago,

And I smile at the memories

Shared by the fire.

Though now I do not battle winter trolls

Or defend my castle with frozen ammunition,

Those memories of  childhood winters

Warm my heart even now,

As I sit with the other winter curmudgeons.

There is such a peace in reminiscing

Of days much simpler than today

And such a reminder in those memories

To stop once in a while

And breath the winter air

With that little childhood spark. 

It is nice to remember simple

Untainted childhood joy.

And so nice to remember what true happiness

Feels like.